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The Little Cousin Series 

By Mary Hazelton Wade 

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Preface 


On the farther side of the great Pacific 
Ocean are the Philippine Islands. These form 
one of the many island groups that hang like a 
fringe or festoon* on the skirt of the continent 
of Asia. Like most of the islands in the Pacific, 
the Philippines are inhabited by people belong- 
ing to the brown race, one of the great divisions 
of the family of mankind. 

The Philippines are shared by many tribes, 
all belonging to the same brown race. People 
of one tribe may be found on one of these 
islands ; those of a different tribe are living 
on another ; or one tribe may live in a val- 
ley and its neighbour in the hills ; and so on 
to the number of eighty tribes. Each tribe 
has its own customs and ways. And yet we 


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Preface 


shall call these various peoples of the brown 
race our cousins ; for not only are they our 
kindred by the ties which unite all the races 
of men in this world ; they have been adopted 
into the family of our own nation, the United 
States of America. 

The people of these islands are many of 
them wild and distrustful children. They 
have no faith in us ; they do not wish to obey 
our laws. If we are in earnest in our wish to 
do them good, and not harm, we must learn 
to know them better, so that we may under- 
stand their needs. That is one reason why 
we are going to learn about our little Philip- 
pine cousin, Alila of Luzon. 


Contents 


CHAPTER PAGE 


I. 

The New Baby . 



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9 

II. 

His First Party 



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15 

III. 

The Christening 



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21 

IV. 

The Building of the House 


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25 

V. 

Four-Footed Friends 



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29 

VI. 

The Buffalo Hunt . 



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33 

VII. 

The Rich Man’s Home 



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VIII. 

Tapping for Tuba 



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IX. 

Forest and Stream . 



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A Swarm of Locusts 



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XI. 

The New Home. 



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XII. 

In the Forest . 



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XIII. 

Crocodiles . 





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XIV. 

Tonda’s Story . 





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XV. 

Strange Neighbours 



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XVI. 

The Stout-Hearted Sailor 




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List of Illu strations 


PAGE 

Alila ........ Frontispiece 

“ HIS MOTHER HAD BATHED HIM IN THE WATER 

OF THE RIVER” 21 

“SOMETIMES ALILA RIDES ON HIS BACK” . . 3 1 

“ HE WAS AS NIMBLE AS A SQUIRREL ” . . -49 

“ SUCH A DIN AND COMMOTION YOU NEVER 

HEARD ” 58 

“ ‘ AROUND ONE PART OF THE CITY THERE IS A 

STRONG WALL”’ 78 



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CHAPTER I. 

THE NEW BABY. 

Alila is such a strong, active boy now, it is 
hard to imagine him in his babyhood, — he 
was such a tiny brown tot ! 

His nose was so flat one would hardly have 
noticed there was a nose at all, except for the 
wideness of the nostrils. His big black eyes 
seemed to be moving around all the time, as 
much as to say : 

“ I must find out everything I can, and just 
as fast as I can, about this queer place in which 
I find myself.” 

His hair was straight and coarse and black, 
even on the day he was born. It was quite 


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warm (in fact, almost all the days are warm in 
the Philippines), yet the doorway was carefully 
covered and the windows closed tightly. 

Now, why do you suppose Alila found him- 
self shut up in a close room like that when 
he first entered this big round world of ours, 
while there was such a soft gentle breeze out- 
side as scarcely to move the tops of the cacao- 
trees in the garden ? 

The fact is, Alila’s father, who is not afraid 
of the wild buffalo nor the boa-constrictor, nor 
even the huge cayman, is constantly dreading 
the evil that bad spirits may bring to him. 
And now he had a darling boy of his very own ! 
According to the beliefs of his people, no evil 
spirit must be allowed to enter a home when a 
child is born, or the little one might be troubled 
by the spirit for the rest of his life. 

So the loving parent walked back and forth 
over the roof waving a bolo in his hand, as 
much as to say: 


The New Baby n 

“ Look out, spirits, or you may get your 
throats cut. Keep away from here. Do not 
try to get inside to trouble my little one.” 

He did this very earnestly in the first hour 
of Alila’s life, although he was shown the 
foolishness of such ideas by the priests the 
Spaniards sent among his people. 

He is a small man, this father of Alila. He 
has high cheek-bones like the Chinese and 
Japanese, and no beard upon his face. 

When he felt that everything was really 
safe, he climbed down from the thatched roof, 
and, opening the door as little as possible, 
went softly up to the mat where the baby 
lay and kissed him. 

But, dear me ! not all persons kiss the 
way we do, and this father of the Malay 
race seemed rather to smell the baby than 
anything else we can think of. He placed 
his own nose and lips on the baby’s cheek 
and drew a long breath. It was done to 


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show his love, and that is what any kiss is 
given for, is it not ? 

This baby’s bed would not, perhaps, suit all 
the other babies in the world. Some of those 
babies we know are cared for on cushions of 
down and wrapped in soft flannels and delicate 
muslins. But what did black-eyed Alila care 
for that? To be sure, he lay on a mat of 
woven palm leaves, but it was sweet and fresh. 

And although the floor his eyes sometimes 
rested on was not covered with a rich velvet 
carpet, it was smooth and clean, for it was 
made of split bamboos flattened and fitted close 
together. And oh, that floor was beautifully 
polished by Mother Nature herself, for the 
bamboos as they grow are covered on the out- 
side with a coating of the finest and hardest 
varnish. 

If Alila could have thought about it at all, 
he would have considered himself more fortu- 
nate than most babies, — for did not his own 


The New Baby 


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dear mother, who lay at his side, make every 
bit of the spread which covered his tiny body? 
She had taken the fibres of pineapple leaves 
and hemp and woven them together. 

But that alone would not make the spread 
beautiful enough for her dear one. It must be 
given a bright colour, so she searched through 
the woods till she found a sapan-wood tree ; 
then, breaking off some branches and opening 
them, she took a substance from the heart of 
each and made a crimson dye. 

So you can see that the cover was done en- 
tirely by Alila’s mother ; and you can ask 
yourself if that wasn’t a hundred times bet- 
ter than buying cloth out of a store. That 
would not have the touch of love in its 
making. 

There was something else in Alila’s home 
one does not see in other lands. Whenever 
the baby’s eyes turned toward the light, they 
found it very soft and restful, for it came 


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through a window in which were fitted the 
inner shells of a certain kind of oyster. 

It was so pretty! The colours of the rain- 
bow shone there in pale tints, and the flaring 
sunshine could not enter. The room was 
kept in a sort of twilight all day long, and 
made it pleasant for the new-born baby and 
his mamma to doze and dream. 


CHAPTER II. 


HIS FIRST PARTY. 

Alila was not two hours old before friends 
began to arrive to see him. But they did not 
enter suddenly! That would have been the 
height of rudeness. As they reached the 
doorway, each in turn stood for a long time 
on the outside, making many complimentary 
remarks to Alila’s family. That was their way 
of showing themselves well-mannered and 
polite. 

The Tagals, for that is the name of this 
tribe of people, never do anything suddenly. 
They do not appear to believe in surprise 
parties. 

When all the fine speeches which seemed 
proper had been made, they entered the little 


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house and came to the side of the new baby. 
They made the young mother very proud by 
the praise they gave her tiny son. 

But she and her husband were not the only 
ones pleased. There was Alila’s grandmother, 
who was always the most honoured one in the 
household ; there was also an aunt who made 
her home here as she was too poor to have one 
of her own ; and beside these, there was a lame 
old man, a friend of the family, who had come 
to them for shelter. The Tagals are so hospi- 
table they will never turn any one from their 
homes. 

As one visitor after another arrived, the 
little house became crowded. If it had not been 
for the high, dome-shaped roof, the air would 
have grown heavy and impure. As it was, 
Alila and his mother soon grew very tired and 
closed their eyes in sleep. 

“ That is good,” said the grandmother, “ we 
must let her rest. We will go out under the 


His First Party 17 

cacao-trees and talk, and I will bring some 
cocoa wine and betel to you there. ” 

This old woman was certainly not pretty, 
although good and thoughtful. As she stood 
talking to the visitors in low tones, one could 
see how short she was. Her coarse, black hair 
grew down upon her forehead almost to her 
eyebrows; her wrinkled skin was dark brown; 
her eyes were large and round and, like her 
baby grandchild’s, ever turning in a new 
direction. 

She was dressed in a short skirt much like 
those of the other women of the party; it was 
of three colours, — green, white, and bright red. 
Over this she wore a large piece of blue cotton 
cloth, cut in the shape of an oblong, tucked in 
at the waist and hanging over her skirt almost 
down to her knees. No shoes or stockings 
covered the bare legs or feet, but she did not 
seem to miss them. 

She was as straight as an arrow, even if she 


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were a grandmother. Perhaps it was because 
she had been used to carrying jars of water and 
baskets of fruit upon her head ever since she 
was a little child. 

She moved softly about the hut as she 
got the entertainment ready for the company. 
From one corner she drew forth a large bam- 
boo with a grass stopple in it. This held the 
wine the guests would sip so sparingly, for the 
Tagals are a sober people and seldom drink 
enough fermented liquor to hurt them. The 
old woman next got some cocoanut shells to- 
gether. These were the only drinking-cups 
the family ever used. 

But the betel which she now placed beside 
the other things, — what is that, you ask? It 
is not a food, and yet it often takes the place 
of food; for a Tagal can work a long time 
without eating if he can chew all of this he 
wishes. It is prepared from the nut of the 
areca palm, one of the most beautiful trees in 


His First Party 


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the world. A palm of this kind grows right 
beside Alila’s home, and, now that he is a big 
boy, he climbs the tall tree himself and brings 
down the nuts which grow at the top under 
the tuft of glossy green leaves. 

The nuts are cut into thin slices and wrapped 
in the leaves of a singular plant called buyo. 
But, before they can be used for this purpose, 
these leaves are coated with lime made from 
oyster shells and then folded up. 

Alila’s grandmother prepared a quantity of 
betel before the new baby was born. 

Just as she was going out to offer refresh- 
ments, another visitor arrived. It was a friend 
who had come from a distance, but the mother 
and child must not be wakened. Oh, no ! 
that was not to be thought of. The souls of 
people leave their bodies and go away while 
they are sleeping, the old woman believes ; 
and if any one should arouse them suddenly, 
they might never return to their bodies. 


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So, of course, the visitor, who also had this 
belief, wouldn’t have disturbed the sleepers for 
anything in the world. She quietly turned 
away and joined the other guests in the garden. 



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RIVER 





CHAPTER III. 


THE CHRISTENING. 

Alila was christened soon after he was 
born. Dear me, what a time that was ! The 
festival lasted several days. There was a host 
of friends and acquaintances around the little 
home, making merry and admiring the baby. 

Alila himself was as clean and sweet as any 
child in the world could be. His mother had 
bathed him in the water of the river which 
flowed down the mountainside near them, 
while the leaves of the papaw-tree took the 
place of soap. 

The young mother herself was only fifteen 
years old. She was dressed in her brightest 
skirt and fairly shone with the abundance of 
cheap jewelry she wore. Her hair was combed 


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straight back from her forehead. She wore 
nothing on her feet excepting her queer slip- 
pers, of which she seemed very proud. She 
had herself embroidered them to look like a 
pair worn by the rich lady whose husband 
owned the plantation. They were perfectly 
flat and had only uppers enough to encase two 
or three toes. 

What queer, uncomfortable things to wear 
on one's feet ! Alila will never own such 
things because he is a boy, and he should be 
glad of it. 

His grandmother and aunt had a fine feast 
prepared for the visitors. There was a good 
supply of roasted buffalo and wild boar’s meat. 
There was a salad made from the young green 
tops of the bamboo ; steamed rice and stewed 
iguana ; papaws, which tasted like melons ; 
tamarind sauce and guavas and bananas. And, 
of course, there was an abundance of betel, 
cocoa wine and tuba. 


The Christening 


23 


But strangest of all the dishes at the Tagal’s 
feast was one prepared from a kind of beetle. 
The guests relished it greatly and Alila’s 
father was praised very much for surprising 
them with this dainty. 

But the feast was only a small part of the 
entertainment. A band came from the village 
to furnish music. Every instrument on which 
they played was made of bamboo. Then 
there was dancing and singing under the palm- 
trees by old and young, and when evening 
came there were displays of fireworks. 

As Alila’s father was quite poor, how could 
he afford such splendour ? The fact is, it cost 
him nothing ! It was a free show given by 
Mother Nature. Her little children, the fire- 
flies, gathered in great numbers and danced in 
circles around the trees. Any one ought to be 
satisfied with fireworks like those. 

Alila’s eyes watched the people eat with 
their fingers and looked at the lights dancing 


24 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

about ; he listened to the odd, sweet music for 
a little while ; and then those black eyes closed 
tightly and he lay fast asleep in his young 
mother’s arms. Of course, he doesn’t remem- 
ber anything about it now, but his grand- 
mother has told him the story so many times 
it almost seems as though his own mind had 
kept the pictures for him. 


CHAPTER IV. 


THE BUILDING OF THE HOUSE. 

And now he is a big boy, ten years old, and 
can do so many things to help his parents. He 
has not always lived in the home where he 
was born. Last summer a whirlwind destroyed 
that one, but he helped his father build an- 
other just like the first, and he showed himself 
a very clever worker. 

He searched through the forest for bamboos 
of the right size ; he did his share in cutting 
them down and splitting them for the walls of 
the hut. When they were ready, he worked 
each morning in thatching the roof until it 
grew too warm. Then came dinner and a nap 
under the trees until the late afternoon, when 
work began again. 


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In a few days a new home was ready and 
the terrible hurricane forgotten by the care- 
free, happy little boy. 

Can you guess what part of the hut took 
the largest share of Alila’s time and attention ? 
It must have been the window-panes, for he 
was anxious to get the most beautiful mother- 
of-pearl he could find. He had to take a trip 
to the seashore ten miles away, and then he 
spent many hours finding such oyster shells as 
had a very delicate lining. 

“ The two windows must be beauties,” said 
the boy to himself, “ for that will please my 
mother so much.” 

No carpenter’s shop nor store was visited 
during the whole time. It was not needful, 
for the forest near by stretched its arms to- 
ward the workers, as much as to say : cc Come 
to me ; I will gladly give you everything you 
can possibly wish.” 

“ How about nails,” you ask, “ and stout 


The Building of the House 27 


cord with which to fasten all the parts to- 
gether ? ” 

Nails, and a bolt in the door? Why, what 
could be better than a stick of rattan, cut and 
whittled into shape ? Cord ? That was ob- 
tained very easily, too, from a bushrope-tree 
growing near Alila’s home. It is so stout and 
strong it is not an easy thing to break it. 

When the house was finished, it looked like 
a great beehive. There was only one room, 
but what of that? If people are perfectly 
comfortable they can be as happy in a one- 
roomed hut as though they lived in a palace. 

Alila has so many good times you would 
almost envy him. In the first place, it takes 
him only a minute to dress in the morning. 
A pair of thin trousers and a shirt hanging 
down outside instead of being tucked in at the 
waist, and his toilet is made. 

When he goes out into the sunlight, he 
wears an odd-looking hat of rattan. It is 


28 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

made in the shape of a cone, and shields his 
eyes nicely from the sunshine. He goes to 
no school, so he does not know how to write 
to his new American brothers, but that doesn t 
trouble him in the least. 

He always has enough to eat, and is satisfied 
with a dinner of rice and fish any day. Be- 
sides, there is always a bunch of bananas hang- 
ing inside the house, and he has sugar-cane in 
abundance. 

He is hardly ever punished and is allowed 
to do very much as he pleases. It is fortunate 
that he pleases to do right nearly all the time. 

He swims every day in the river; he fishes 
from his bamboo raft; he hunts in the forest 
with his father. His chief duty on the sugar 
plantation is to keep the monkeys out of the 
cane. It was not long ago that he shot two 
of the mischievous little fellows with his bow 
and arrow and hung the poor things on poles 
like scarecrows to frighten others away. 


CHAPTER V. 


FOUR-FOOTED FRIENDS. 

Aula has a tame monkey at home now. 
He has taught him many clever tricks. Every 
night when he goes to bed, the monkey curls 
himself up by his side and lies there till morn- 
ing. He seems to love his little master very 
dearly and often rides on his shoulder while 
Alila is working. 

Until a few months ago, the boy has lived 
on a sugar plantation owned by a rich Tagal 
planter. The plantation is divided up into 
small farms and rented to different workmen. 
The planter furnishes one buffalo and all the 
needed tools to care for each little place. 

When the harvest time arrives in December, 
each tenant carries his crop to the mill for 


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grinding. He is allowed one- third of it for 
himself, and, whatever price it brings, it must 
support his family for the next year. 

Alila is not the least afraid of his father’s 
buffalo. When he was only three years old 
the huge creature would obey him and allow 
him to drive anywhere he pleased. He 
seemed to know by the tone of the boy’s 
voice just what he wished him to do. 

It made an odd picture, — the tiny little fel- 
low, holding a slender rein in his chubby 
hands as he trotted along by the buffalo’s 
side. The rein was fastened to a piece of 
split rattan drawn through the animal’s nose. 
Yet somehow every motion of Alila was 
understood by him. Is it the boy’s patience 
that makes the beast so gentle? We like to 
think so. 

If we should take Alila’s place the animal 
would not stir to obey us. He would at 
once become stubborn and ugly, because h^ 



“ SOMETIMES ALILA RIDES ON HIS BACK 



Four-Footed Friends 


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is not used to our quick, nervous, impatient 
ways. 

He cannot work all day like a horse. After 
two or three hours, he needs to stop and rest. 
But that is not enough, — he suffers if he can- 
not have a bath. Sometimes Alila rides on 
his back when he plunges into the river, and 
holds on without fear while the buffalo stretches 
his head down and holds it under the water for 
two minutes at a time as he searches for food. 

H ow Alila does love him ! He has the 
next place in his heart to his father and 
mother. But the buffalo has other good 
friends beside Alila’s family. They are not 
people, nor even other buffaloes. They are 
white herons that follow him as he ploughs. 
They are not afraid if Alila is the only person 
there. As the animal’s heavy feet plod over 
the ground, worms and insects come to the 
surface. The herons know this and easily get 
a good breakfast. 


32 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

Besides these attendants, a small blackbird 
often keeps the buffalo company, who will 
raise up his head in delight to meet it. Why 
is it ? Because the bird flies about his head 
and neck and picks off the insects from his 
skin. 

This buffalo has lived on the farm from the 
time he was caught wild when a baby. If he 
had not been so young he could never have 
been tamed. A wild buffalo is a terrible 
thing ; he is most to be dreaded of any crea- 
ture in the islands. 


CHAPTER VI. 


THE BUFFALO HUNT. 

Alila’s father has been on several buffalo 
hunts, but never yet has he allowed his boy to 
go with him. He says it is far too dangerous ; 
the little boy must wait until he is older. But 
it is so hard to wait, Alila thinks, as he longs 
for the time to come and looks up at the 
pair of horns brought home from the last 
hunt. 

The horns are very long and curved and 
sharp. The boy often wonders if there is 
another animal in the world with such fearful 
horns. He says to himself : 

“ Perhaps the very buffalo who owned this 
pair was the one that gored to death poor 
Olo.” Alila stretched himself on the ground, 


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34 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

closed his eyes, and again pictured the story 
in his mind. This is the tale : 

In the village just below the plantation 
there lived a young man who was honest and 
brave but very poor. It happened that he 
loved the daughter of a neighbour very dearly 
and she returned his love. But the youth 
had no money and no land, and at first the 
girl’s father said : 

“ No, you cannot have my daughter, for 
you can give her no wedding portion. 

It is the custom among these people for the 
lover to give his bride as fine a present as her 
parents think suitable. The young man felt 
very sad, when an idea entered his mind that 
gave him hope. He said to the father : 

“ Can I not come to your farm and serve 
you for two years ? And if I then show my- 
self faithful in all my duties, will you give me 
your daughter ? ” 

The father consented. It was a very com- 


The Buffalo Hunt 


35 

mon thing for such service to be given, and he 
felt satisfied. 

The two years passed by. The young man 
had worked day after day at the hardest labour. 
He had never spoken a cross word nor found 
the slightest fault. But now that his service 
was over and the day set for his marriage, he 
wished to show the father of the lovely girl 
how brave he was, and he wanted to make his 
bride some little present, too. 

He heard that a party of men, one of whom 
was Alila’s father, were going on a buffalo 
hunt. He would join them. It was to be his 
first venture of this kind, but he had no fear. 

The party was made up of six men on horse- 
back, two tame buffaloes, and a pack of im- 
mense dogs used to hunting. The men were 
armed with knives and spears and each one 
carried a lasso. 

They started in the early morning and rode 
out over the plains till they came to the edge 


36 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

of a large forest. There they waited at some 
little distance from an opening through the 
trees while the dogs were sent into the forest 
to rouse the prey. They had only a short 
time to wait before the barking of the dogs 
was heard. 

They took their places some distance from 
each other and listened breathless. The young 
lover was to be given the first chance in this 
combat. A bull-fight is fearful enough, but 
it cannot compare with the struggle between a 
maddened buffalo and his pursuer. 

Hark ! There is a crashing of trees, a falling 
of branches. The ground shakes and out 
from the darkness of the forest plunges a 
huge buffalo. He raises a storm of dust 
as he comes onward. He is shining black, 
and as he tosses his head one can see the 
wicked horns, capable of doing such terrible 
injury. 

For an instant he pauses and looks at the 


The Buffalo Hunt 


37 


men standing ready to capture him ; then he 
rushes toward the young man, who now has 
the chance he begged for. With lasso in hand 
he urges his horse toward the buffalo. 

It is over in a moment’s time. He has 
hurled his lasso but has failed ; and before he 
can move out of danger the furious animal has 
thrown him from his horse and ended his life. 

But the other hunters cannot stop a second. 
They, too, will lose their lives if they are not 
careful and quick. One after another gallops 
after the enraged animal and throws his lasso. 
There are several failures, but each time the 
men manage to escape. At last two are suc- 
cessful, and the monster, hardly able to breathe, 
stands quiet and still. 

He is conquered. And now other lassos 
are drawn tightly around that magnificent head 
and the animal is tied to the stout trunk of a 
tree. The danger is over for these others, but 
the poor youth who longed so greatly to sue- 


38 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

ceed lies dead not far away. He will never see 
his dear one again. 

The men lift his body tenderly and carry it 
to the place where the tame buffaloes have 
been left. They place it on the back of one 
of them. Then they return to their prey and 
fasten a rattan ring through his nose. With 
one of the tame buffaloes on each side of him, 
he can now be easily led to the village, where 
they will kill him. 

All the people came out to meet the hunters, 
and, when they heard the sad news, all hearts 
were filled with pity for the young bride. 


CHAPTER VII. 


THE RICH MAN’S HOME. 

One day as the boy lay dreaming of the 
time when he should be allowed to risk his life 
in a buffalo hunt, his quick ear heard the steps 
of some one coming down the road. He 
jumped up and saw an old friend of his 
father’s, a well-known hunter. He carried a 
basket in each hand and would not have 
stopped if Alila had not called out : 

“ Where have you been the last few days ? 
And where are you going ? Father will be 
home soon and he will wish to see you.” 

“ I am on my way to the master’s house to 
sell these bird’s nests and I will stop here on 
my way back. I expect a good price for them. 
He told me he would pay me well. Ah, but it 


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40 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

was hard work getting them, my little fellow ! 
You never could have done it in the world.” 

Alila looked at the hunter with envy, for he 
;knew how dangerous his work had been. 
Among many people in the East, no food is 
thought so great a dainty as these edible birds* 
nests. What queer tastes they have ! At 
least it seems so to us. 

There is a certain kind of bird that makes 
its nest high up on the sides of steep cliffs jut- 
ting out over the waters of the ocean. These 
nests are like no others. The birds that build 
them swallow a certain kind of glutinous weed 
growing on the coral rocks. They then cough 
it up and use this material they have so oddly 
prepared in making their nests. 

Whenever a man makes it his business to 
search for these nests, he knows the danger full 
well. Slowly and painfully he must climb the 
sides of the cliffs, often placing his feet where 
we should think there was no foothold what- 


The Rich Mans Home 41 

ever. He clutches at a sharp point of rock 
here, or a twig there ; but if it is not as safe as 
he believed, woe unto him ! For down he falls 
into the raging waters below and is a lucky 
man if he is not dashed to pieces on the sharp 
rocks. Again, he may grow faint and dizzy 
when he has climbed only a part of the way, 
or he may lose his hold from very weakness. 

The Chinese are as fond of these edible 
birds’ nests as are the Filipinos. Perhaps you 
have heard of the great Chinese viceroy, Li 
Hung Chang, who came to visit us several 
years ago. He brought his own cooks and a 
large supply of birds’ nests and sharks’ fins. 

Alila joined the hunter on his way to the 
planter’s mansion. The boy wished to have a 
chance to see the grand lady, the planter’s 
wife, and their little daughter, who plays so 
beautifully on the harp. 

They soon reached the house, which seemed 
very large beside Alila’s little cabin. It was 


42 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

two stories high. The lower part was of stone 
and the upper half of wood. It would not 
have been safe to use stone above the lower 
floor on account of the frequent earthquakes. 

The roof was thatched with cogon grass. 
When it was built the planter said to himself : 
“ I will not have an iron roof like many of the 
city houses ; it would be too hot. I like the 
grass thatching much better.” 

Beautiful gardens where roses were always 
in bloom surrounded the house. Bright-col- 
oured birds flew about among the bushes, but 
they had no songs for Alila and the hunter as 
they passed along. The broad veranda was 
shaded by a clump of tall banana-trees, sway- 
ing to and fro in the gentle breeze. How 
noble they looked, with their tufts of glossy 
leaves at the very top, lapping over each other 
and shutting out the sun’s hot rays ! 

As Alila glanced up to see if the fruit was 
ripening the hunter said : 


The Rich Mans Home 


43 


“ Did you ever hear the stories told of the 
banana ? Some say it is the very fruit that 
tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden, while 
others think that she and Adam made their 
first clothing of banana leaves.” 

“ I wonder if that can be so,” said the little 
boy, thoughtfully. “ Any way, Em glad there 
is fresh fruit every month in the year; I like 
bananas so much.” 

They reached the house as he finished speak- 
ing. The planter and his wife were sitting 
alone on the veranda. Alila was disappointed 
in not seeing their little daughter. 

While the hunter was attending to his busi- 
ness with the planter, the boy’s bright eyes 
noted the lady’s dress. 

“ I must tell mother all about it,” he said 
to himself. “ She will want to know. My, 
what a long train she wears ! It is so thin and 
delicate I think it must be woven of pineapple 
fibre. What beautiful bright colours it has ! 


44 Our Little Philippine Cousin 


“ And how stiff her kerchief is ! It stands 
up so high at the back of her neck I should 
think it would feel very uncomfortable. Her 
chemisette is very pretty, my mother would 
think. What wide sleeves ! Still they are 
short, so she can keep cool.” 

But the jewels ! Alila had never seen so 
many before. The lady fairly sparkled, with 
her gold earrings and bracelets, set with pre- 
cious stones. Surely there was going to be a 
party at the big house, or she would not be 
dressed so finely. 

Just as the boy was thinking this, the plant- 
er’s wife turned her head toward him and 
spoke. 

“ Alila, is it not time to tap the cocoanut- 
trees ? Tell your father I want some tuba as 
soon as possible. You are now such a big boy, 
I suppose you will be able to help him get it.” 

The little fellow made a low bow and an- 
swered that his father had spoken about it that 


The Rich Mans Home 45 


very morning and had promised that he should 
help him. Perhaps you remember that when 
Alila was christened there was a good supply 
of tuba at the feast. Did you wonder what 
it could be ? 

On the sugar farm there is a clump of cocoa- 
nut-trees on which no fruit ever grows. Why 
is this ? Because all the sap which would be 
used by Mother Nature in making blossoms 
and changing these into cocoanuts is used for 
another purpose. It is drawn from the tree 
at a certain time of the year to make a drink 
much loved by the natives. 

Tapping the trees for tuba is dangerous 
work, but Alila, you know, loves danger. He 
went home from the planter’s mansion very 
happy, for now he should have an errand 
there every day during the next few weeks. 
For must he not bring the family a fresh 
bamboo of tuba each night and morning? 


CHAPTER VIII. 


TAPPING FOR TUBA. 

Aljla was wide awake before sunrise of the 
next day. He did not lie on his mat lazily 
watching to see if a lizard or newt should creep 
out of a corner, as he often did on other morn- 
ings. It was only the day before that he pulled 
a newt by its tail just to see if the tail would 
really come off in his hand. It did, for a fact ! 
and away Mr. Newt scuttled without any tail. 

Wasn’t it a little cruel and ungrateful in 
Alila, when he knew how much the newts as 
well as the lizards do to let him sleep com- 
fortably? They destroy ants and spiders and 
other creeping things, so that Alila’s mother 
never kills them nor drives them away. 

Neither did Alila stop to play with his pet 

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Tapping for Tuba 


47 


cat this morning — such an odd cat, too, with 
a queer little twist in her tail like that of a 
pug dog. Alila was dressed before his father 
waked. 

While waiting, he went out into the yard 
to sharpen his knife. But he had no whet- 
stone. There are more ways than one of 
doing things, we have already discovered. 
The boy took a piece of wood and covered 
it with a paste made of ashes and oil. Then 
he rubbed the blade of his knife back and 
forth over this till the edge was sharp enough 
to split a hair with ease. 

Next he got together some vessels of bam- 
boo and two long bamboo rods. He was just 
a little bit nervous, although it was not in his 
nature to be easily excited. He said to 
himself : 

“ Oh, dear, I hope I shall not have to wait 
much longer.” 

At this very moment he looked up and 


48 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

there was his kind, quiet father standing in 
the doorway. 

“ All ready ! ” And the two started for 
the cocoanut grove not far away. 

As soon as they reached the place, Alila 
took out his sharp knife. Work began at 
once, for notches must be cut in the tree, one 
above another, in which to place his toes. As 
one notch was made, the boy drew himself 
high enough to get a foothold in it; then, 
reaching up, he cut the next one and drew 
himself up to that, and so on until he had 
reached the top, fully sixty feet above the 
ground. A cocoanut-tree, as you probably 
remember, has no branches whatever to give 
any help to a person in climbing. 

And now Alila came down again. He did 
it so easily and gracefully, it was a pleasure 
to watch him. As soon as he was within 
reach, his father handed him vessels of bam- 
boo, which the boy fastened to his waist and 



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HE WAS AS NIMBLE AS A SQUIRREL 




Tapping for Tuba 49 

again climbed the tree. One might almost 
say he was as nimble as a squirrel, yet that 
does not express the long, graceful movements 
of his body as he rose far from the ground. 

When he was once more at the top of the 
tree, he made deep cuts in the trunk directly 
under the great tuft of leaves, and hung his 
bamboo vessels so the sap could flow into 
them. 

Now for the same work in the next tree. 
Do you think he must go down to the ground 
again and go through all the work he had in 
climbing the first tree? Not at all. His 
father reached up to him two long bamboo 
rods. He took the first one and stretched it 
across to the next tree. This would serve as 
a bridge over which he could walk. The 
second one was placed above the first and 
would make a good hand-rail. 

Alila did not think of the danger of a walk 
in mid-air on such a slender support. His 


50 Our Little Philippine Cousin 


head was cool, his feet were firm, his body- 
light, and he passed from one tree to another 
in perfect safety. He was happy as a king to 
be trusted by his father to take such a risk. 

Think of a fall from a height like that ! 
Suppose for one instant that the bamboo 
should give way under the boy’s feet or failed 
to hold in the tree-top ! That would have 
ended our little Alila’s life in a moment, or at 
least made him a cripple for the rest of his 
days. 

The fact is, however, that the boy had no 
accident, and every day afterward, as long as 
the sap continued to flow, he went out to the 
cocoanut grove, collected the tuba, and carried 
a good supply of it to the planter’s mansion. 


CHAPTER IX. 


FOREST AND STREAM. 

There is another cocoanut grove on the 
farm, beside the one where Alila gets the tuba. 
The fruit is allowed to ripen on these trees, 
and it is the boy’s duty to gather it. There is 
a new growth of cocoanuts three times a year. 

Alila does not need to climb the trees for 
them unless he wishes. He usually fastens a 
sickle-shaped knife to the end of a long pole. 
In this way he can reach up to the tops of 
the tallest trees and cut off the cocoanuts; 
when thud ! thud ! down they fall to the 
ground, safe and sound. For the delicious 
pulp is not only shut up in the hard shell that 
we know, but this also is enclosed in a still 
larger and thicker covering. 

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52 Our Little Philippine Cousin 


How could the natives of tropic lands get 
along without this valuable tree? It has so 
many uses it would take a long time even to 
mention them all. 

Its roots are good to cure Alila when he is 
seized by an attack of fever during the wet 
season. H is mother believes that his life has 
been spared through the use of this medicine. 
Alila’s father made his canoe from the trunk 
of a cocoanut-tree ; while much of the furni- 
ture in his employer’s mansion has been carved 
from its beautiful wood. The boy’s mother 
uses a comb made from the stalks of cocoa- 
nut leaves. The husks which enclose the 
fruit are made into coir, out of which are 
made ropes, brooms, brushes, and even bed- 
ding. 

When Alila was only five or six years old 
he learned to weave baskets and mats from the 
leaves, and he knows how to thatch a roof 
with them very neatly. 


Forest and Stream 


53 


What is so delicious on a hot day as a drink 
of fresh cocoanut milk ! It is never hurtful 
and quenches the thirst as well as the coldest 
water. The oil obtained from the nuts is used 
by Alila’s mother in her cooking. 

But she also needs it for another purpose. 
She is always in fear of an earthquake, and feels 
safer to have a light burning in readiness all 
night long. She keeps in the cabin a small 
vessel half-full of water. Cocoanut oil is 
poured on the water and a wick made of a cer- 
tain kind of pith called tinsin hangs down in 
the middle of this odd lamp. The Chinese 
taught the Tagals the value of tinsin. There 
is scarcely to be found a native hut where it is 
not used for lamp wicks. 

But you must be tired of hearing about 
cocoanuts and their uses, so we will return to 
Alila and his strange adventures. One day 
not long ago his mother said to him : 

“ My child, I should like some fish for 


54 Our Little Philippine Cousin 


dinner. Will you go to the river and get 
some ? ” 

Alila has great success in fishing. He started 
off at once on his errand. He did not stop to 
get hook and line, as you would have done ; 
he knew another way to fish, different from 
any we have in our country. 

When he got to the river he walked along 
by its side till he found a place where the 
water ran very deep. Then he took off his 
clothing, and lay quietly down on the bank. 
His eyes were wide open and watchful, though 
his body was so still. He soon saw some fish 
rise near the surface of the water. Quick as 
a flash he jumped in and dived down, down 
under where the fish were darting. Rising 
as suddenly as he had dived, he came to the 
surface with a fish in each hand. 

He is such a nimble little fellow that he did 
this several times, and hardly ever failed. It 
was not long before he had a fine string of 


Forest and Stream 


55 


fish to carry home. As he walked back, 
he stopped to gather some green bamboos 
of medium size, for he knew they would be 
needed in cooking the dinner. 

While his mother was cleaning the fish, 
Alila made a fire and cut the bamboos at 
every joint. They were changed at once into 
baking pans, each one large enough to slip 
a fish inside, together with a little water and 
some spices. The ends were stopped up, and 
the bamboos laid in the fire. As soon as they 
began to burn, it was a sign that the fish inside 
were cooked enough. 

What a good dinner it was ! You would 
have thought so if you could have tasted the 
rice steamed in the same way as the delicate 
fish and served on plantain leaves. 

Alila has still another way of fishing which 
is not as hard work as diving, though, after 
all, it is not much fun. He carries a bamboo 
basket in which he has put a mixture contain- 


56 Our Little Philippine Cousin 


ing a curious kind of poison. He sets it float- 
ing on the water. When the fish come near 
it the poison makes them stupid, and they rise 
and float motionless on the surface, as though 
they were dead. Then it is an easy matter for 
Alila to get them. 


CHAPTER X. 


A SWARM OF LOCUSTS. 

The little brown boy has lived, as you 
know, on a sugar plantation, where the cane 
ripens only once a year. You also remember 
that last summer a hurricane destroyed the 
boy’s home, and a new one had to be built. 
The sugar crop barely escaped ruin, when, 
alas ! another danger came to it, more fearful 
even than the great wind. It was a storm of 
locusts. 

Alila was working in the cane-fields with his 
loved buffalo one morning, when, looking up 
suddenly, he saw something which frightened 
him. It was a long distance away, far as his 
eyes could see, and it appeared like a dark 
cloud near the earth. 


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58 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

The boy was frightened, as I have said, but 
it was not for himself. It was on account of 
the danger threatening the plantation ; he 
knew very well that what seemed like a cloud 
was composed of millions and millions of 
locusts. Unless something were done at once, 
all the sugar-cane would be ruined. For, if 
that army of insects, perfectly harmless to 
animals, should settle down upon the canes, 
the leaves would be entirely eaten in a few 
hours. 

Alila ran as fast as his legs could carry him 
from one part of the plantation to another, 
and gave the alarm to the working people 
as he passed along. 

It was wonderful how quickly men, women, 
and children armed themselves to meet the 
coming enemy. All the bamboo clappers, 
cocoanut shells, tin pans, and red flags that 
could be found were seized and put into use. 

Then such a din and commotion you never 





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A Swarm of Locusts 59 

heard nor saw, even on the glorious Fourth 
of July. Locusts are very sensitive to noise, 
so between the beating of drums and clappers, 
the waving of the red flags, and the smoke 
from fires of wet wood at the sides of the 
fields, the greater part of the army passed on. 
The people breathed again, since the danger 
was over for the present. 

When it was all over Alila was not too tired 
to play for awhile with a few locusts he had 
caught in a net. Their bodies looked like 
those of large grasshoppers, except that they 
were of a brownish colour. 

They would not sting or bite, and the boy 
kept his new pets as long as they lived. That 
was only a few days, however, as a locust has 
a very short life. It is said that food passes 
through its body as fast as it is eaten, so it is 
not nourished, and soon dies for this reason. 
It also has an enemy, a small worm that forms 
in its body and gradually eats it up. 


6o Our Little Philippine Cousin 


The mother locust has a queer way of mak- 
ing a nest for her eggs. She extends the end 
of her body till it is like an auger, and with 
this she bores a deep hole in the earth. She 
chooses spots near fields of ripening rice or 
sugar cane, so the young locusts, as they hatch 
out, will be near a good supply of food ; for at 
first they have no wings and cannot go in 
search of it. 

After the visit of the locusts, Alila went 
carefully around the edges of the fields with 
the other workmen. They wished to see if 
any signs of young locusts could be found. 
But they found none and felt that the crops 
were free from danger for this year, at least. 
But Alila’s father said to himself : 

“ How many risks there are in working on 
a sugar plantation ! I have been here now 
many years. I never know whether the crop 
will be a failure or not. I believe I will go 
somewhere else. Up on the side of the moun- 


A Swarm of Locusts 61 

tain, not far from here, is a large hemp planta- 
tion ; I .will seek work there. Besides, there 
is fine hunting near by and Alila can see new 
sights.” 

When he told his family, they were all 
pleased, for Tagals dearly love a change and 
often move from place to place merely for the 
sake of change. Alila was the most delighted 
of all. He said: 

“ Now, father, I can hunt with you and go 
bat shooting in the deep forests. You know 
I can sell their beautiful soft skins to travel- 
lers.” 

Alila’s grandmother and mother were 
pleased, too. They liked the idea because 
the hemp is gathered throughout the year and 
can be sold from time to time, whenever there 
is need of money. But when the women 
thought of the bands of brigands who hide in 
the mountain passes, they began to fear. 

Many were the stories they had heard of 


62 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

these robbers and their sudden attacks in the 
night-time on people in lonely houses. 

“ You need not worry,” said Alila’s father, 
“ for these wild robbers seldom harm poor 
people; and they never kill unless they are 
obliged to do so. I believe they are not as 
terrible as they are often described.” 


CHAPTER XI. 


THE NEW HOME. 

So it came to pass that Alila went to a new 
home. It was not hard work to get ready, for 
there was little to move. The old buffalo that 
had grown up with his young master was able 
to carry on his broad back everything owned 
by the entire family. He could easily have 
taken more, too ! 

The women rode on ponies and the men 
walked beside the buffalo. No one seemed to 
feel sad, although it had been an easy, happy 
life on the little farm and the sugar planter had 
always been kind. 

Their fellow workmen were Tagals like 
themselves; they would find many Chinese 
labourers on the hemp plantation, at least they 
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64 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

had been told so. But they did not care for 
that. 

There are many Chinamen in the Philippines, 
and they agree very well with their Tagal 
neighbours and the people of the many other 
tribes. Alila has a cousin married to a 
Chinese merchant in Manila and some time 
he is going to visit her. 

As they journeyed onward they passed a 
party of Americans. Alila’s mother called : 

“ Come nearer to me, my child. Stay by 
my side.” 

She had a fear of white faces of which she 
could not rid herself. The Spaniards had been 
cruel to her people, she well knew. And now 
that these others from far-away lands had taken 
the power from the Spaniards, she felt that 
they, too, would be hard and unkind. 

Poor ignorant mother ! She did not under- 
stand that it meant such different things, — 
schools for all children instead of a very few ; 


The New Home 


65 


work for any one who desired it ; better care 
for the sick in the cities ; fewer taxes for all. 
Yes, all these and many other good things 
would be done by the Americans to make 
Alila and Alila’ s children live more wisely and 
therefore more happily. 

When the sun was setting that night, the 
hemp plantation could be plainly seen. It 
was a beautiful sight, those rows of small trees 
with their large, glossy leaves, shut in by 
woods of a larger growth. 

The plant from which is made what is called 
Manila hemp belongs to the same family as 
the banana and the plantain. The leaves all 
of them look so much alike it would be hard 
for us to tell the difference. 

It did not take many days to get settled. 
The neighbours were very kind and gave the 
family shelter and food until Alila and his 
father had finished building a cabin. This 
time they made the roof as well as the sides of 


66 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

the hut of split bamboo, and the boy’s mother 
and grandmother helped in preparing it. 

Alila had never before seen hemp gathered, 
and he had much to learn. He was soon very 
quick in separating the fibres from the pulp 
and spreading them out to dry before packing. 

The boy sometimes wonders what journeys 
the bales of hemp will take. To what coun- 
tries will they sail ? To what uses will they be 
put ? His father has told him that nothing 
else in his island home is shipped in such 
quantities as Manila hemp. It makes stout 
cordage and sail-cloth ; it is woven into mats, 
carpets, and hammocks ; while the finest hemp 
is made into delicate dress goods for the rich 
ladies of the island. 

Yes, people all over the world have heard 
of Manila hemp, and when he is older, Alila 
says he will bear it company and seek strange 
sights across the oceans. 

He had lived in his new home but a short 


The New Home 


67 


time when he had an exciting adventure. Not 
far from the farm there is a dense forest. One 
night Alila’s father said to his friends : 

“ Let us go on a hunt for wild boars. 
There must be plenty of boars and deer, too, 
in those woods.” 

The other men were ready for a little sport. 
They had been hunting in the forest many 
times before, and knew the best course to take. 

“ May I go with you, too ? ” whispered 
Alila, who was listening at his father’s side. 

When all agreed that it would make no 
trouble to allow the boy to go with them, since 
he was brave and strong, he was greatly pleased. 
They would be gone several days. What new, 
strange creatures should he see? What dangers 
should he meet ? 


CHAPTER XII. 

% 

IN THE FOREST. 

The party started out early the next morn- 
ing. They carried very little food with them ; 
it would only be in their way when hunting, 
and they trusted Mother Nature would supply 
what they needed as they went along. Two 
of the men had guns ; the others carried bows 
and arrows. Every one was also supplied with 
a sharp spear and knife. 

The first day was very quiet. Nothing was 
shot but a few birds and bats. When night 
came they found themselves far from any 
stream ; all were thirsty and there was no 
water. What should they do ? Ah ! in plain 
sight was a liana. It is called the “ travellers* 


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In the Forest 


69 

drink ” because any one, on breaking off a 
stalk, can obtain a cool draught. How refresh- 
ing it was ! 

A fire was quickly made and the birds 
cooked for supper. They all lay down to 
sleep. But, alas ! that was not an easy thing 
to get. They had no sooner stretched them- 
selves by the fire than they were attacked. By 
wild animals, you think at once. By no means. 
It was a small enemy, fierce for their blood, 
which darted out from the grass and fastened 
upon their bodies. 

Multitudes of leeches have their home in 
the mountain forests of the Philippines, and 
every native who travels there is armed with a 
small rattan knife to cut them off as they seize 
upon him. 

Alila’s party knew that sleep was out of the 
question for this night. As fast as our little 
brown brother was able to cut off one of the 
bloodthirsty creatures, another took its place, 


70 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

till at last the daylight came and the hunters 
could go on their way. 

But what a wretched sight they were ! 
Blood streamed from their arms and legs, 
and they looked like the wounded survivors 
of a terrible battle. When they came to a 
spring of water, they were glad enough to 
have a chance to bathe. 

Alila can tell you that was the worst night 
he ever passed in his life, yet he hardly spoke 
a word of complaint through the long hours, 
and in the morning laughed gaily with his 
friends when they gazed at each other’s sorry- 
looking faces. 

Small creatures can make themselves as 
troublesome as big ones. Perhaps you have 
already found this out when mosquitoes have 
found their way to your bedside and waked 
you in the middle of the night. 

After a' hasty breakfast, the hunters were 
ready for a tramp, and tfcgy^soon found the 


In the Forest 


7i 


tracks of wild boars. It was not long till they 
had killed three of them with little trouble. 
They were about to make a fire and roast 
some of the flesh for dinner, when a pitiful 
cry was heard. 

How it rang out through the forest ! It 
sounded almost human. What could it be ? 
Alila’s father jumped up and crept through 
the woods in the direction of the sound. His 
boy followed close at his heels. They had 
gone but a short distance when a strange sight 
met their eyes. High up on the branch of a 
tree lay a huge boa-constrictor. He must have 
been a hundred years old, he was so large. 

His eyes were fastened upon a poor little 
deer in the coil of his tail, which he had 
stretched down to trap his prey as it walked 
along. Ah ! the deer’s eyes close and the 
piteous cry stops as he is clasped more and 
more tightly in the clutch of the boa. And 
now the,j serpent raises him from the ground, 


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and swings him against the trunk of the tree ; 
he is thrown with such force he is instantly 
killed. 

But what were Alila and his father doing all 
this time? They were too late to save the 
deer, but the boa did not escape. As he was 
about to descend the tree to feed upon his 
victim, his wicked eyes saw the hunters for 
the first time. Out darted his forked tongue 
in anger, just as two arrows entered his body 
and ended his life. The rest of the party 
came up at this moment and helped cut away 
the skin of the boa. It would be useful for 
making dagger sheaths. 

Now indeed they would have a grand feast, 
for they could add the flesh of the deer and 
boa to what they had already obtained. 


CHAPTER XIII. 

CROCODILES. 

When dinner was over, they began to look 
around their stopping-place. They found they 
were close to a deep river. Should they swim 
across it, or turn homeward ? 

“ You must not try to cross without a boat/’ 
said one of the men to Alila’s father. “ Croco- 
diles make their home in these waters. It is 
possible we may not see any from this shore, 
but at the same time, if you should try to 
swim to the other side, you might be attacked 
suddenly, and be unable to escape. I know 
one poor fellow who lost his life in this very 
place. 

“ Still, if you wish for more sport, I will tell 
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74 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

you what to do. Let us all watch on the 
shore here for signs of crocodiles. We are in 
no hurry. Have your guns and arrows ready 
to help if one of the creatures should appear. 
I will dive into the river and attack him with 
my spear.” 

It was a daring thing to think of. As every 
one knew, there is only one place in the ani- 
mal’s body that can be pierced. That is 
directly under the fore legs. Even bullets 
will fly off from any other part of the scaly 
covering as though they had struck against a 
stone wall. 

If the hunter venture to come close to 
such a monster, and his dagger fail to pierce 
the vital spot, there is no help for him. The 
great jaws will close upon him instantly, and 
he will never be seen again. 

But the quiet Tagals seem to love danger, 
and no one tried to discourage the hunter. 
They walked quietly along the river’s side for 


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75 

two hours, at least ; they were about to turn 
when Alila cried: 

“ There he is, close to the bamboo thicket 
on the shore.” 

As they looked toward the spot, the fearful 
head and jaws of a crocodile could be seen 
reaching up out of the water. 

Ready ! Down dived the hunter, spear in 
hand. The attack was sudden and successful. 
The spear reached the one place it could enter, 
and stuck fast. The diver did not stop a mo- 
ment longer, but swam back to the shore to 
his waiting friends. The surface of the river 
was instantly streaked with blood as the croco- 
dile plunged through the water in his death 
agony. 

The men waited till the great body of the 
monster became still and quiet. Then with 
the aid of rattan nooses they drew it up on the 
shore, and with their sharp knives proceeded 
to strip away the skin. 


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“ It is a good medicine for rheumatism. I 
know it will cure the bad pains from which my 
mother suffers,” said Alila’s father. 

“ And I will take some of the flesh and dry 
it as a cure for asthma,” said another of the 
party. “ I know a man who suffers very 
much from the trouble. He will be glad to 
be able to breathe easily once more.” 

It was now near night and too late to think 
of starting home. They must camp out once 
more. Every one hoped to be free from the 
persistent leeches this time. They made a fire 
and stretched themselves beside it. 


CHAPTER XIV. 


tonda’s story. 

“Tonda, do tell us some of your adven- 
tures, M begged Alila. “ You have travelled so 
far and seen such wonderful things ! Father 
says you have even been to the great city of 
Manila. I wonder what a city can be like.” 

Tonda had certainly seen more of the world 
than any one Alila knew, and he was always 
proud and glad to show his knowledge. So, 
although he was tired and sleepy from the ex- 
citement of the day, he began to tell of his 
visit to Manila when a young man. 

“ Oh, a city is indeed a wonderful place, 
Alila ; I believe you would be almost fright- 
ened, at first, at the queer noises you would 
hear. 


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“ What would you think of long, heavy cars 
rushing along through the streets with no buf- 
faloes to draw them and a single pony in their 
place ? These cars run along on tracks 
through streets in which round stones are set 
in, side by side. 

“ There are great buildings divided by walls 
into many different rooms. Around one part 
of the city there is a strong wall which was built 
long, long ago, I was told. Behind those walls 
the people used to fight against their enemies 
and were safe. 

“ There is a river running right through the 
city, and upon it many kinds of boats sail at 
every hour of the day and night. While I 
was there, the Chinese had a grand festival. 
Great ships like floating palaces rode up and 
down the river. At night they were lighted 
up from topmast to stern. Bands of music 
kept playing, and every morning the Chinese 
who filled the vessels threw squares of coP 



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WALL 


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oured paper over the sides and burned incense 
in honour of St. Nicholas, in whose memory 
they held the festival. 

“ Why was St. Nicholas honoured so ? 
Because in far distant times he saved the life 
of a Chinaman from the fury of a crocodile. 

“ It happened in this way. The man was 
sailing on the river in a small canoe, with no 
thought of danger. All at once, a crocodile 
appeared close to the boat, capsized it, and 
with open jaws was ready to devour the man. 
It was a fearful moment, but the Chinaman 
did not lose hope. He lifted up his voice in 
prayer to St. Nicholas, and begged him to 
save his life. The good saint appeared before 
him, and, striking the crocodile with his wand, 
changed it instantly into a rock. 

“ The man was saved, but you may be sure 
he did not forget the wonderful help he had 
received. He went back to Manila, and with 
the help of his friends built a chapel in honour 


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of the saint. Every year since then the Chi- 
nese have gathered in the city and remembered 
the day when their countryman’s life was 
saved. They hold one festival after another 
during two whole weeks. The people say 
that the city is always a gay sight at such 
times.” 

By the time this story was finished, the 
company gathered around the fire began to 
nod their heads. They were so tired from 
the day’s hard work that they could listen no 
longer. A minute afterward Alila was sound 
asleep. He knew nothing more till the sun- 
light fell upon him the next morning. 

On the way home two more boars and 
a deer were shot, A bamboo hurdle was 
quickly made, and the store of flesh was 
placed on it and easily carried on the shoul- 
ders of the men. 




CHAPTER XV. 

STRANGE NEIGHBOURS. 

You can imagine how glad Alila’s mother 
was to see him back once more, safe and 
sound. She kissed him tenderly in the odd 
fashion of her people. When he had told her 
all his adventures, he said : 

“ Oh, mother, I want to go again. I 
haven’t seen half of the strange things in 
those forests. And, besides, hunters have 
told me of queer people who live high up 
in the mountains beyond us. They are very 
wild, and have such strange customs. It is 
said that they lived in these islands before 
our people came here, hundreds and hundreds 
of years ago. They must have been driven 

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up into the thick forests to save themselves 
from being captured. 

“The men call them Negritos. They are 
very black, and do not look at all like us. 
Their hair is a great ball of curls. They do 
not know much more than animals.” 

“Yes, my child, I have not only heard 
about these savages, I have seen one of 
them,” replied his mother. “Your father 
has been among them, and will tell you about 
their queer ways of living. They have no 
homes, but sleep at night under the trees. 
If you heard them talking, you would think 
at first it was the chattering of monkeys. 
They have very few words in their language. 

“ When they plant their gardens, they do 
not plough them as we do. They only scrape 
away the top of the earth, and then scatter 
their seed. They do not even clear places 
in the forests.” 

While she was telling Alila these things, his 


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83 


father was not there. As soon as he got back 
from the hunt, he went off to look over the 
farm to see if the hemp was growing well. 
When he returned from this work Alila went 
up to him, and said : 

“ Why is it, father, you have never told me 
about the Negritos? I never even heard of 
them till I went on the hunt with you and 
your friends.” 

“ I knew how you like daring deeds, my 
boy, and felt you would be anxious to go 
among these savages and see them for your- 
self. So I waited till you should be older. 
Now you have shown how much you can 
bear, I will take you into strange places, and 
you shall see things for yourself. The Negritos 
are a cowardly race, yet they are dangerous ; 
they always use poisoned arrows, and, from 
their safe hiding-places in the mountains, often 
succeed in killing any people who dare to come 
near them.” 


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Then he told Alila how the Negrito children 
are taught to use their bows and arrows when 
very young. They learn to shoot so well 
they can hit the fish swimming in the water. 
They seldom fail to hit what they aim at. 

These savages live mostly on roots and 
fruits. Still, they do know how to make 
a fire and cook some of their game. But they 
have no dishes, and the bird or animal to be 
eaten is thrown among the embers and allowed 
to stay there till the outside is burned to a 
crisp. When any one among them is very 
ill, they do not wait for him to die, but bury 
him alive. 

One of the most laughable things Alila’s 
father ever saw was a Negrito wedding. The 
young bride pretended to run away from her 
future husband. After he had caught her, 
they were carried up a bamboo ladder by their 
friends, and sprinkled with water out of a 
cocoanut shell. Then they came down and 


Strange Neighbours 85 

knelt on the ground, and an old man touched 
their heads together. That made them man 
and wife. 

Alila was much interested, and begged his 
father to tell more stories of the Negritos and 
other savage tribes living in the depths of the 
island forests. 

He listened to tales of the Igorrotes, who 
live in huts like beehives and creep into them 
like insects. They are people whom the white 
men have tried again and again to conquer and 
to teach of God, but they prefer to go naked 
and lead their own savage life. 

And then his father described to him some 
of the sights he had seen. He told him of a 
wonderful cave right there in his own island 
of Luzon. It was equal in beauty to the cave 
Aladdin himself had entered. 

Wonderful pendants of crystallised lime 
reached down from the lofty roof, shining 
like diamonds. There were pillars of the 


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snowy lime a hundred feet in height, glitter- 
ing in dazzling beauty. There were spacious 
halls leading one from another in this under- 
ground palace. It was a dangerous journey 
into this wonderful cave, but sometime Alila 
must go there, his father said. 

He should visit the volcano island, too, — 
an island in the middle of a lake, from 
which terrible floods of lava and boiling water 
have poured forth many times. What sorrow 
and destruction it has caused ! 

A long, long time ago, the boy's father can- 
not tell how many years have passed, there 
was a terrible eruption. It lasted for many 
days. There were quakings of the earth and 
horrible sounds under ground. The air was 
filled with darkness save for flashes of 
lightning. Great columns of mud and sand 
arose from out the lake. Torrents of lava 
poured over the sides of the volcano and des- 
troyed whole villages on the shores of the lake. 


Strange Neighbours 87 

Ah ! it was a fearful time for the people, and 
few of those who were there lived to tell the 
story to their children. 

Alila’s eyes grew larger as he listened to the 
wonders of the world around him. Yes, he 
would travel and see these things for himself. 
He was growing impatient. He could not 
wait much longer, for now he was nearly a 
man grown. 

Sometime, let us hope, we shall meet our 
little Alila. We will ask him what he him- 
self has learned that no one else can tell us. 


CHAPTER XVI. 

THE STOUT-HEARTED SAILOR. 

Although Alila is anxious to travel and 
learn more of this great round world, yet his 
own people seldom leave their island home. 
Strange to say, however, white travellers from 
distant lands began to visit these shores hun- 
dreds of years ago. 

The first one to do this was a brave admiral 
named Ferdinand Magellan. What wonder- 
ful adventures filled the life of this man 1 It 
seems almost like a fairy tale. 

After Columbus made his famous voyages 
across the Atlantic and discovered America, 
Magellan, who lived in Portugal, was much 

excited over the news. The world must cer- 
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The Stout-Hearted Sailor 89 

tainly be round, he thought, and he was no 
longer satisfied to explore the waters near his 
own home. He, too, wished to find new and 
distant lands ; but this was not enough. He 
felt sure he could discover a way to the coun- 
tries of the East, rich in silks, spices, and 
precious gems, by sailing west. 

The King of Portugal was a powerful ruler 
and anxious for new possessions, yet he did 
not encourage Magellan. Instead of this, he 
was ordered to go back to Africa and keep on 
fighting against the Moors, for he had already 
won many victories there. The king was 
even stern to him for leaving the war in 
Africa. Why had he returned to Portugal 
to ask for other work than what had been 
given him ? 

It was a sad disappointment, and Magellan 
turned away from the king’s presence with a 
bitter heart. It was almost impossible for 
him to keep from bursting into tears, though 


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he was a brave, strong man. Just as he was 
leaving the palace, an old friend stopped him 
and whispered : 

“ Why do you not go to the King of Spain 
and ask his help ? He is young, to be sure, 
but he will be glad to get the services of a 
brave man from any country, for he is anxious 
to gain new lands and greater power.” 

Magellan’s first thought was, “ I cannot 
leave the service of my own country for that 
of another.” But afterward he said to him- 
self, “ No, I am not right in working for one 
king when I can do more for the world in 
serving another. I feel that I shall do much 
yet. And I am willing to dare great risks, 
and give my life even, for the sake of what 
is not yet known.” 

He went to Spain and offered his services 
to King Charles. You will be pleased to 
know that this king was the grandson of the 
very Isabella who so nobly helped Columbus. 


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The young king was filled with the spirit of 
his grandmother. He said to Magellan : 

“ Your plan is good ; you are daring, yet 
cautious ; you shall have ships and supplies. 
So be of good courage and prepare for your 
voyage.” 

Magellan’s heart bounded with joy. He 
promised the king that wherever he should 
land in places not discovered before, there he 
would plant the flag of Spain. He also vowed 
that he would do his best to teach the Chris- 
tian religion to the heathen and that a goodly 
company of priests should go with him to 
baptise all who were willing. 

At last the great day came when Magellan 
set sail. Shortly before, he was married to 
one whom he had long loved and whom, alas ! 
he should never see again after leaving the 
shores of Spain. He and his fair young wife 
had watched the building and repairing of the 
ships which were to sail away with him so 


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soon. With her at his side, he had studied 
the rude maps of the Atlantic Ocean made by 
earlier voyagers, and the instruments which 
should aid him in managing the fleet. 

The great moment arrived at last. Amidst 
the shouts of the people, the peals of the bells, 
and the roaring of the cannon, the anchors 
were lifted and the fleet sailed into the West. 

Days passed quietly by. The weather was 
good, and Magellan, now Admiral Magellan, 
watched constantly for land. Many wonder- 
ful things were seen by the sailors as they 
crossed the broad Atlantic. There were shoals 
of flying-fish, strange and interesting birds, 
besides immense sharks that followed the ships 
for days at a time. 

After a voyage of over two months, the 
coast of South America came in sight. The 
fleet stopped at different places ; at one time 
finding themselves among friendly savages, at 
another among a race of unfriendly giants. 


The Stout-Hearted Sailor 93 

Each time the ships were headed farther and 
farther south. 

At this time Magellan had other troubles 
besides directing the fleet. You remember 
that he was a Portuguese, although he was 
sailing under the King of Spain. So it hap- 
pened that while some of the sailors were from 
Magellan's country, most of them were Span- 
iards. These latter were jealous of their 
leader because he belonged to a different na- 
tion from themselves. Some of them talked 
secretly together and made a plan to imprison 
him and take possession of the ships. 

But Magellan learned of their wicked plot 
in time to defeat them, and he punished them 
as they deserved. Only a cool and daring man 
could have succeeded in defeating so many 
strong enemies. But he did succeed, and the 
ships sailed onward as though nothing had 
happened. 

It grew colder and colder. A violent storm 


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arose and the ships were tossed about like 
leaves in the wind. But Magellan was without 
fear and kept his men filled with courage. At 
length he reached a narrow passage leading to 
the west. He said to his captains : 

“ I believe we have come to the end of this 
continent. If we can make our way through 
this strait we shall look upon the new ocean.” 

And the brave explorer sailed safely through 
the dangerous strait now named for him. 
The storm passed away, and one bright, clear 
morning Magellan looked for the first time 
upon a new and vast extent of water. It was 
the dreamed-of ocean. It looked so calm and 
peaceful that he said, “ I will call it ‘ Pacific,’ 
for I have never seen the like before.” 

Weeks were spent upon these waters. They 
were so quiet that for days at a time the ships 
could not advance. There was hardly a breath 
of wind. 

And now it was discovered that the supplies 


The Stout-Hearted Sailor 95 

were getting low. The sailors thought of 
home so far away, of friends they might never 
see again ; they pictured death by starvation 
here in the midst of these beautiful waters. 
The food was served out in smaller and 
smaller portions to the unhappy men. At last 
they were told there was nothing left to satisfy 
their hunger save the rats which infested the 
ships and some ox-hides which had been used 
to protect the rigging. 

Think for a moment of the condition of 
Magellan and those with him. They were 
out of sight of land in the midst of an un- 
known ocean. Some were already dying of 
thirst ; others were too sick and weak to help 
in the care of the ship. Do you wonder that 
the sailors felt bitter at the one who had 
brought them here and was the cause of 
their suffering ? But Magellan did not give 
up courage, even now. He ordered the hides 
to be softened in the sea water and then 


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boiled. For some days longer the crews 
managed to live on with this for food. 

One morning, when hope was nearly gone, 
a fresh breeze from the east filled the sails of 
the ships, and in a few hours Magellan saw 
land in the distance. The men’s hearts beat 
hard for joy at the welcome sight. They 
soon reached a small island where ripe fruits 
were abundant, and where they could provide 
fresh supplies for the ships. 

But they did not stay many days, for Ma- 
gellan was not even now ready to give up his 
search for the famous lands of the East. He 
felt that, as the world was round, he must 
surely be near them by this time. So once 
more the ships set sail, and soon reached the 
shores of one of the Philippines, but a short 
distance from Alila’s home. It looked so 
rich and beautiful that the ships anchored 
once more, and the admiral ordered the sick 
men to be taken on shore. Large tents were 


The Stout-Hearted Sailor 97 

set up, and the sufferers were nursed back to 
health and strength. There was an abundance 
of good pure water and fresh food. All were 
soon well and strong. 

There were no people living on this island, 
but two days after he arrived Magellan saw 
some canoes out upon the water. They were 
coming swiftly toward the camp. They were 
filled with natives of another island near by, who 
had seen the ships of the strangers ; they were 
curious to look upon the white men who 
were living near them. 

These people of Alila’s race had soft yellow 
skins and beautiful white teeth. They wore 
no clothing except aprons made of bark. 
They danced around the great admiral as he 
stood on the shore dressed in his most ele- 
gant garments, and laughed and shouted. 
They wished him to see they were friendly. 
They offered fresh fish and palm wine, cocoa- 
nuts and figs, while Magellan made them 


98 Our Little Philippine Cousin 

wildly happy by giving them looking-glasses 
and bells, ivory toys and brass trinkets. As 
he found them honest and peaceful, he allowed 
them to go on board his ships. He ordered 
his men to fire the cannon to amuse them, 
but the noise frightened them so much that 
some of them jumped into the water and 
came near drowning. 

The chief of these people came to see the 
Spaniards. His face was painted, and he 
wore heavy gold earrings and bracelets. He 
was kind and pleasant. He brought a boat- 
load of fruit and, best of all, some chickens. 

Magellan learned from these people that he 
was near still richer and larger islands. After 
a few days he started out once more. He 
passed island after island, sometimes landing 
on their shores, sometimes sailing slowly alofl^, 
drawing a map of these new and wonderful 
places. 

At the island of Cebu, Magellan made 


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friends with the king, who was baptised by the 
priests, and pretended to become a Christian. 
A large cross bearing a wooden crown was set 
up on the top of a high hill near the shore. 
It was a token to all travellers who should 
come this way that this land now belonged to 
the King of Spain. 

While the white visitors were staying here, 
the King of Cebu did all he could to enter- 
tain them. He seemed anxious to show how 
friendly he felt toward them. The Spanish 
sailors were much interested in the strange 
customs and festivals of the brown people. 
They noticed that the food was only half 
cooked and then heavily salted. This made 
the eaters very thirsty, and quite ready to 
drink quantities of palm wine afterward. They 
kicked this through long reeds of bamboo. 
They were always glad to have the sailors 
share their feasts and entertainments. 

Just as the fleet was about to set sail again, 

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something happened to change Magellan’s 
plans. The King of Cebu was in trouble. 
The people of another island over whom he 
was also the ruler were coming to make war 
upon him. Could the brave admiral refuse 
help, when the king had treated him so 
kindly? Surely not. He said to the king: 

“ Let me go against these rebels and make 
peace for you. I have cannons which I will 
use, and other weapons of war such as they 
have never seen before. They will be easily 
terrified, and quickly submit to your rule.” 

So it was that Magellan and sixty of his fol- 
lowers sailed against the enemy. But when 
they arrived at the island they found a large 
army ready to meet them. The warriors car- 
ried sharp spears, bows, and poisoned arrows, 
and each man was protected by a wooden 
shield. They stood upon the side of a hill. 
As Magellan and his men landed and advanced 
toward them, they rushed down upon the 


The Stout-Hearted Sailor ioi 

Spaniards with fury, surrounding them on all 
sides. 

The great leader was calm and brave as 
usual, but there was little hope for success. 
In another hour he had fallen, a noble victim 
to his savage foes. Many of his followers fell 
by his side ; the rest managed to escape to the 
ships and sail back to Cebu to tell the sad 
news to the king. 

Thus ended the life of the noble Magellan, 
the first white man to cross the broad waters 
of the Pacific, the first one to show others it 
was indeed possible to sail around the world. 

He was unlike many who lived in those old 
days, — for he did not care for gold or great 
possessions. He only wished to know more 
of this wonderful world, and to help others to 
greater wisdom. He gave his life for one 
whom he thought had need of help. 

How did the King of Cebu act when he 
learned of the leader’s death? He turned 


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against those of his followers who were left, 
and they were obliged to depart in haste. 

They made still other discoveries of great 
value. At length, sailing around the continent 
of Africa, they returned to Spain to tell of the 
brave deeds of their dead leader, the great ad- 
miral and navigator, and their own strange 
adventures. 

They were the first men to sail around the 
world. 


THE END. 


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total strangers. And interest in this wider sphere, the beyond 
and awayness, may bear rich fruit in the future.”— -A 7- . Y. Com- 
mercial Advertiser. 


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1 1 is the intention of the publishers that this series shall 
contain only the very highest and purest literature, — 
stories that shall not only appeal to the children them- 
selves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with 
them in their joys and sorrows, — stories that shall be 
most particularly adapted for reading aloud in the 
family circle. 

The numerous illustrations in each book are by well- 
known artists, and each volume has a separate attract- 
ive cover design. 

Each, i vol., i6mo, cloth ..... #0.50 
By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON 

The Little Colonel. 

The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its 
heroine is a small girl, who is known as the Little 
Colonel, on account of her fancied resemblance to an 
old-school Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and 
old family are famous in the region. This old Colonel 
proves to be the grandfather of the child. 

The Giant Scissors. 

This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in 
France, — the wonderful house with the gate of The 
Giant Scissors, Jules, her little playmate, Sister Denisa, 
the cruel Brossard, and her dear Aunt Kate. Joyce is 
a great friend of the Little Colonel, and in later volumes 
shares with her the delightful experiences of the “ House 
Party ” and the “ Holidays.” 


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By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON (Continued) 

Two Little Knights of Kentucky, 

Who Were the Little Colonel’s Neighbors. 

In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an 
old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is 
not, however, the central figure of the story, that place 
being taken by the “ two little knights,” Malcolm and 
Keith, little Southern aristocrats, whose chivalrous na- 
tures lead them through a series of interesting adven- 
tures. 

Cicely and Other Stories for Girls. 

The readers of Mrs. Johnston’s charming juveniles 
will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for 
young people, written in the author’s sympathetic and 
entertaining manner. 

Big Brother. 

A story of two boys. The devotion and care of 
Steven, himself a small boy, for his baby brother, is the 
theme of the simple tale, the pathos and beauty of 
which has appealed to so many thousands. 

Ole Mammy’s Torment. 

“Ole Mammy’s Torment” has been fitly called “a 
classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mis- 
haps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by 
love and kindness to a knowledge of the right. 

The Story of Dago. 

In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, 
a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago 
tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mis- 
haps is both interesting and amusing. 


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By EDITH ROBINSON 

A Little Puritan’s First Christmas : 

A Story of Colonial Times in Boston. 

A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how 
Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child 
of the Puritans, aided by her “ unregenerate ” brother, 
Sam. 

A Little Daughter of Liberty. 

The author’s motive for this story is well indicated 
by a quotation from her introduction, as follows : 

“ One ride is memorable in the early history of the 
American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul 
Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another 
ride, — untold in verse or story, its records preserved 
only in family papers or shadowy legend, the ride of 
Anthony Severn was no less historic in its action or 
memorable in its consequences.” 

A Loyal Little flaid. 

A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary 
days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, 
renders important services to George Washington and 
Alexander Hamilton, and in the end becomes the wife of 
the latter. 

A Little Puritan Rebel. 

Like Miss Robinson’s successful story of “ A Loyal 
Little Maid,” this is another historical tale of a real girl, 
during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was 
governor of Massachusetts. 

A Little Puritan Pioneer. 

The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settle- 
ment at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds 
another to the list of favorites so well known to the 
young people in “ A Little Puritan Rebel,” etc. 


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By OUIDA (Louise de la Ramie) 

A Dog of Flanders : A Christmas Story. 
Too well and favorably known to require description. 

The Nurnberg Stove. 

This beautiful story has never before been published 
at a popular price. 

A Provence Rose. 

A story perfect in sweetness and in grace. 

Findelkind. 

A charming story about a little Swiss herdsman. 

By MISS MULOCK 

The Little Lame Prince. 

A delightful story of a little boy who has many adven- 
tures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother. 

Adventures of a Brownie. 

The story of a household elf who torments the cook 
and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the 
children who love and trust him. 

His Little Mother. 

Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant 
source of delight to them, and “ His Little Mother,” in 
this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts 
of youthful readers. 

Little Sunshine’s Holiday. 

An attractive story of a summer outing. “ Little Sun- 
shine ” is another of those beautiful child-characters for 
which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. 


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By JULIANA HO RATI A E WING 

Jackanapes, 

A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite 
and touching story, dear alike to young and old. 

Story of a Short Life. 

This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. 
It is a part of the world’s literature, and will never die. 

A Great Emergency. 

How a family of children prepared for a great emer- 
gency, and how they acted when the emergency came. 

The Trinity Flower. 

In this little volume are collected three of Mrs. 
Ewing’s best short stories for the young people. 

Madam Liberality. 

From her cradle up Madam Liberality found her 
chief delight in giving. 

By FRANCES MARGARET FOX 

The Little Giant’s Neighbors. 

A charming nature story of a “ little giant ” whose 
neighbors were the creatures of the field and garden. 

Farmer Brown and the Birds. 

A little story which teaches children that the birds are 
man’s best friends. Miss Fox has an intimate knowl- 
edge of bird life and has written a little book which 
should take rank with “ Black Beauty ” and “ Beautiful 
Joe.” 

Betty of Old Mackinaw. 

A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to 
the little readers who like stories of « real people.” 


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By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE 

The Farrier’s Do g and His Fellow. 

This story, written by the gifted young Southern 
woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of 
the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style. 

The Fortunes of the Fellow. 

Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm 
of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome 
the further account of the “ Adventures of Baydaw and 
the Fellow ” at the home of the kindly smith among the 
Green Hills of Tennessee. 

By FRANCES HODGES WHITE 

Helena’s Wonderworld. 

A delightful tale of the adventures of a little girl in 
the mysterious regions beneath the sea. 

Aunt Nabby’s Children. 

This pretty little story, touched with the simple humor 
of country life, tells of two children, who, adopted by 
Aunt Nabby, have also won their way into the affections 
of the village squire. 

By CHARLES LEE SLEIGHT 

The Prince of the Pin Elves. 

A fascinating story of the underground adventures of 
a sturdy, reliant American boy among the elves and 
gnomes. 

The Water People. 

A companion volume and in a way a sequel to “ The 
Prince of the Pin Elves,” relating the adventures of 
“Harry” among the “water people.” While it has the 
same characters as the previous book, the story is com- 
plete in itself. 


COSY CORNER SERIES 


It is the intention of the publishers that this series shall 
contain only the very highest and purest literature, — 
stories that shall not only appeal to the children them- 
selves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with 
them in their joys and sorrows, — stories that shall be 
most particularly adapted for reading aloud in the 
family circle. 

The numerous illustrations in each book are by well- 
known artists, and each volume has a separate attract- 
ive cover design. 

Each, i vol., i6mo, cloth $0.50 

By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON 

The Little Colonel. 

The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its 
heroine is a small girl, who is known as the Little 
Colonel, on account of her fancied resemblance to an 
old-school Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and 
old family are famous in the region. This old Colonel 
proves to be the grandfather of the child. 

The Giant Scissors. 

This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in 
France, — the wonderful house with the gate of The 
Giant Scissors, Jules, her little playmate, Sister Denisa, 
the cruel Brossard, and her dear Aunt Kate. Joyce is 
a great friend of the Little Colonel, and in later volumes 
shares with her the delightful experiences of the “ House 
Party ” and the “ Holidays.” 


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By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON (Continued) 

Two Little Knights of Kentucky, 

Who Were the Little Colonel’s Neighbors. 

In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an 
old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is 
not, however, the central figure of the story, that place 
being taken by the “ two little knights,” Malcolm and 
Keith, little Southern aristocrats, whose chivalrous na- 
tures lead them through a series of interesting adven- 
tures. 

Cicely and Other Stories for Girls. 

The readers of Mrs. Johnston’s charming juveniles 
will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for 
young people, written in the author’s sympathetic and 
entertaining manner. 

Big Brother. 

A story of two boys. The devotion and care of 
Steven, himself a small boy, for his baby brother, is the 
theme of the simple tale, the pathos and beauty of 
which has appealed to so many thousands. 

Ole Mammy’s Torment. 

“Ole Mammy’s Torment” has been fitly called “a 
classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mis- 
haps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by 
love and kindness to a knowledge of the right. 

The Story of Dago. 

In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, 
a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago 
tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mis- 
haps is both interesting and amusing. 


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By EDITH ROBINSON 

A Little Puritan’s First Christmas : 

A Story of Colonial Times in Boston. 

A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how 
Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child 
of the Puritans, aided by her “ unregenerate ” brother, 
Sam. 

A Little Daughter of Liberty. 

The author’s motive for this story is well indicated 
by a quotation from her introduction, as follows : 

“ One ride is memorable in the early history of the 
American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul 
Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another 
ride, — untold in verse or story, its records preserved 
only in family papers or shadowy legend, the ride of 
Anthony Severn was no less historic in its action or 
memorable in its consequences.” 

A Loyal Little Haiti. 

A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary 
days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, 
renders important services to George Washington and 
Alexander Hamilton, and in the end becomes the wife of 
the latter. 

A Little Puritan Rebel. 

Like Miss Robinson’s successful story of “ A Loyal 
Little Maid,” this is another historical tale of a real girl, 
during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was 
governor of Massachusetts. 

A Little Puritan Pioneer. 

The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settle- 
ment at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds 
another to the list of favorites so well known to the 
young people in “ A Little Puritan Rebel,” etc. 


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By OUIDA (Louise de la Ramie) 

A Dog of Flanders : a Christmas Story. 
Too well and favorably known to require description. 

The Niirnberg Stove. 

This beautiful story has never before been published 
at a popular price. 

A Provence Rose. 

A story perfect in sweetness and in grace. 

Findelkind. 

A charming story about a little Swiss herdsman. 

By MISS MULOCK 

The Little Lame Prince. 

A delightful story of a little boy who has many adven- 
tures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother. 

Adventures of a Brownie. 

The story of a household elf who torments the cook 
and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the 
children who love and trust him. 

His Little Mother. 

Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant 
source of delight to them, and “ His Little Mother,” in 
this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts 
of youthful readers. 

Little Sunshine’s Holiday. 

An attractive story of a summer outing. “ Little Sun- 
shine ” is another of those beautiful child-characters for 
which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. 


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By JULIANA HO RATI A EWING 

Jackanapes. 

A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite 
and touching story, dear alike to young and old. 

Story of a Short Life. 

This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. 
It is a part of the world’s literature, and will never die. 

A Great Emergency. 

How a family of children prepared for a great emer- 
gency, and how they acted when the emergency came. 

The Trinity Flower. 

In this little volume are collected three of Mrs. 
Ewing’s best short stories for the young people. 

Madam Liberality. 

From her cradle up Madam Liberality found her 
chief delight in giving. 

By FRANCES MARGARET FOX 

The Little Giant’s Neighbors. 

A charming nature story of a “ little giant ” whose 
neighbors were the creatures of the field and garden. 

Farmer Brown and the Birds. 

A little story which teaches children that the birds are 
man’s best friends. Miss Fox has an intimate knowl- 
edge of bird life and has written a little book which 
should take rank with “ Black Beauty ” and “ Beautiful 
Joe.” 

Betty of Old Mackinaw. 

A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to 
the little readers who like stories of “ real people.” 


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By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE 

The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow. 

This story, written by the gifted young Southern 
woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of 
the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style. 

The Fortunes of the Fellow. 

Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm 
of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome 
the further account of the “ Adventures of Baydaw and 
the Fellow” at the home of the kindly smith among the 
Green Hills of Tennessee. 

By PRANCES HODGES WHITE 

Helena’s Wonderworld. 

A delightful tale of the adventures of a little girl in 
the mysterious regions beneath the sea. 

Aunt Nabby’s Children. 

This pretty little story, touched with the simple humo • 
of country life, tells of two children, who, adopted by 
Aunt Nabby, have also won their way into the affections 
of the village squire. 

By CHARLES LEE SLEIGHT 

The Prince of the Pin Elves. 

A fascinating story of the underground adventures of 
a sturdy, reliant American boy among the elves and 
gnomes. 

The Water People. 

A companion volume and in a way a sequel to “The 
Prince of the Pin Elves,” relating the adventures of 
“ Harry ” among the “ water people.” While it has the 
same characters as the previous book, the story is com- 
plete in itself. 


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By OTHER AUTHORS 

The Story of Rosy Dawn. By Pau- 
line Bradford Mackie. 

The Christmas of little Wong Jan, or “ Rosy Dawn,” 
a young Celestial of San Francisco, is the theme of this 
pleasant little story. 

Slisanne. By Frances J. Delano. 

This little story will recall in sweetness and appealing 
charm the work of Kate Douglas Wiggin and Laura E. 
Richards. 

nillicent in Dreamland. By Edna s. 

Brainerd. 

The quaintness and fantastic character of Millicent’s 
adventures in Dreamland have much of the fascination 
of “ Alice in Wonderland,” and all small readers of 
“ Alice ” will enjoy making Millicent’s acquaintance. 

Jerry’s Adventures. By Evelyn Snead 
Barnett. 

This is an interesting and wholesome little story of 
the change that came over the thoughtless imps on Jef- 
ferson Square when they learned to know the stout- 
hearted Jerry and his faithful Peggy. 

A Bad Penny. By John T. Wheelwright. 

No boy should omit reading this vivid story of the 
New England of 1812. 

Gatty and I. By Frances E. Crompton. 

The small hero and heroine of this little story are 
twins, “strictly brought up.” It is a sweet and whole- 
some little story. 


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The Fairy of the Rhone. By A. Comyns 
Carr. 

Here is a fairy story indeed, one of old-fashioned pure 
delight. It is most gracefully told, and accompanied by 
charming illustrations. 

A Small Small Child. By E. Livingston 
Prescott. 

“A Small Small Child” is a moving little tale of 
sweet influence, more powerful than threats or punish- 
ments, upon a rowdy of the barracks. 

Peggy’s Trial. By Mary Knight Potter. 

Peggy is an impulsive little woman of ten, whose 
rebellion from a mistaken notion of loyalty, and her sub- 
sequent reconciliation to the dreaded “ new mother,” are 
most interestingly told. 

For His Country. By Marshall Saunders, 

author of “ Beautiful Joe,” etc. 

A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved 
his country ; written with that charm which has endeared 
Miss Saunders to hosts of readers. 

La Belle Nivernaise. the story of an 

Old Boat and Her Crew. By Alphonse 
Daudet. 

All who have read it will be glad to welcome an old 
favorite, and new readers will be happy to have it 
brought to their friendly attention. 

Wee Dorothy. By Laura updegraff. 

A story of two orphan children, the tender devotion 
of the eldest, a boy, for his sister being its theme and 
setting. With a bit of sadness at the beginning, the 
story is otherwise bright and sunny, and altogether 
wholesome in every way. 


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Rab and His Friends. By Dr. John 
Brown. 

Doctor Brown’s little masterpiece is too well known 
to need description. The dog Rab is loved by all. 

The Adventures of Beatrice and 

Jessie. By Richard Mansfield. 

The story of two little girls who were suddenly trans- 
planted into the “ realms of unreality,” where they met 
with many curious and amusing adventures. 

A Child’s Garden of Verses. By r. 

L. Stevenson. 

Mr. Stevenson’s little volume is too well known to 
need description. It will be heartily welcomed in this 
new and attractive edition. 

Little King Davie. By Nellie Hellis. 

The story of a little crossing-sweeper, that will make 
many boys thankful they are not in the same position. 
Davie’s accident, hospital experiences, conversion, and 
subsequent life, are of thrilling interest. 

The Sleeping Beauty. A Modern Ver- 
sion. By Martha B. Dunn. 

This charming story of a little fishermaid of Maine, 
intellectually “asleep” until she meets the “Fairy 
Prince,” reminds us of “ Ouida ” at her best. 

The Young Archer. By Charles E. Brim- 

BLECOM. 

A strong and wholesome story of a boy who accom- 
panied Columbus on his voyage to the New World. 
His loyalty and services through vicissitudes and dan- 
gers endeared him to the great discoverer, and the 
account of his exploits will be interesting to all boys. 


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The Making of Zimri Bunker: a 

Tale of Nantucket. By W. J. Long, Ph. D. 

This is a charming story of Nantucket folk by a 
young clergyman who is already well known through 
his contributions to the Youth's Competition, St. Nicho- 
las, and other well-known magazines. The story deals 
with a sturdy American fisher lad, during the war of 
1812. 

The King of the Golden River: a 

Legend of Stiria. By John Ruskin. 

Written fifty years or more ago, and not originally 
intended for publication, this little fairy tale soon 
became known and made a place for itself. 


Little Peterkin Vandike. By Charles 

Stuart Pratt. 

The author’s dedication furnishes a key to this charm- 
ing story : 

“ I dedicate this book, made for the amusement (and 
perchance instruction) of the boys who may read it, to 
the memory of one boy, who would have enjoyed as 
much as Peterkin the plays of the Poetry Party, but 
who has now marched, as they will march one day, out 
of the ranks of boyhood into the ranks of young man- 
hood.” 


Will o’ the flill. By Robert Louis 
Stevenson. 

An allegorical story by this inimitable and versatile 
writer. Its rare poetic quality, its graceful and delicate 
fancy, its strange power and fascination, justify its 
separate publication. 


BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


The Little Colonel’s House Party. By 

Annie Fellows Johnston. Illustrated by Louis Meynell. 
One vol., library i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . $1.00 

The Little Colonel’s Holidays. By Annie 

Fellows Johnston. Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . . $1.50 

The Little Colonel’s Hero. By Annie Fel- 
lows Johnston. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth decorative, fully illus- 
trated ..... $1.20 net (postage extra) 

In these three stories Mrs. Johnston once more introduces 
us to the “ Little Colonel,” the dainty maiden who has already 
figured as the heroine of two previous stories, “ The Little 
Colonel” and “Two Little Knights of Kentucky,” and who 
has won her way into the hearts of old and young alike. She 
is more winsome and lovable than ever. 

Since the time of “ Little Women,” no juvenile heroine has 
been better beloved of her child readers than Mrs. Johnston’s 
“ Little Colonel.” 

A Puritan Knight Errant. By Edith robin- 

son, author of “ A Little Puritan Pioneer,” “ A Little Puri- 
tan’s First Christmas,” “ A Little Puritan Rebel,” etc. 
Library i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated 

$1.20 net (postage extra). 
The charm of style and historical value of Miss Robinson’s 
previous stories of child life in Puritan days have brought 
them wide popularity. Her latest and most important book 
appeals to a large juvenile public. The “ knight errant ” of 
this story is a little Don Quixote, whose trials and their ulti- 
mate outcome will prove deeply interesting to their reader. 


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Ye Lyttle Salem Maide: A Story of Witch- 
craft. By Pauline Bradford Mackie. 

New illustrated edition. 

One volume, large 1 2mo, cloth, gilt top . . . $1.50 

A tale of the days of the reign of superstition in New Eng- 
land, and of a brave “lyttle maide,” of Salem Town, whose 
faith and hope and unyielding adherence to her word of honor 
form the basis of a most attractive story. A very convincing 
picture is drawn of Puritan life during the latter part of the 
seventeenth century. 

In Kings’ Houses : a tale of the days of 
Queen Anne. By Julia C. R. Dorr, author of “ A 
Cathedral Pilgrimage,” etc. 

New illustrated edition. 

One volume, large 1 2mo, cloth, gilt top . . . $1.50 

The story deals with one of the most romantic episodes in 
English history. Queen Anne, the last of the reigning Stuarts, 
is described with a strong yet sympathetic touch, and the 
young Duke of Gloster, the “ little lady,” and the hero of the 
tale, Robin Sandys, are delightful characterizations. 


Gulliver’s Bird Book. Being the Newly Dis- 
covered Strange Adventures of Lemuel Gulliver, 
Now for the First Time Described and Illus- 
trated. By L. J. Bridgman, author of “ Mother Goose 
and Her Wild Beast Show,” etc. 

With upwards of 100 illustrations in color, large 

quarto, cloth $1.50 

This is a most amusing and original book, illustrated with 
startlingly odd and clever drawings. If we may accept the 
account given in the preface, that renowned explorer, Lemuel 
Gulliver, left behind him certain memoirs which have re- 
mained unknown to the public up to the present day. Hav- 
ing now been brought to light and given to the world, these 
records establish beyond a doubt their author’s claim to be 
regarded as the discoverer of the Bouncing Ballazoon and a 
host of other creatures unknown to Darwin and Huxley. 


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’Tilda Jane. By Marshall Saunders, author of 
“ Beautiful Joe,” etc. 

One vol., i2mo, fully illustrated, cloth, decorative 

cover $1.50 

“ No more amusing and attractive child’s story has appeared for 
a long time than this quaint and curious recital of the adventures of 
that pitiful and charming little runaway. 

“ It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books that 
win and charm the reader, and I did not put it down until I had 
finished it — honest ! And I am sure that every one, young or old, 
who reads will be proud and happy to make the acquaintance of the 
delicious waif. 

“ I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I 
commend it unreservedly.” — Cyrus Townsend Brady. 


Miss Gray’s Girls ; or, summer days in the 
Scottish Highlands. By Jeannette A. Grant. 
With about sixty illustrations in half-tone and pen and ink 
sketches of Scottish scenery. 

One vol., large 1 2mo, cloth, decorative cover . . $1.00 

A delightfully told story of a summer trip through Scotland, 
somewhat out of the beaten track. A teacher, starting at 
Glasgow, takes a lively party of girls, her pupils, through the 
Trossachs to Oban, through the Caledonian Canal to Inver- 
ness, and as far north as Brora, missing no part of the match- 
less scenery and no place of historic interest. Returning 
through Perth, Stirling, Edinburgh, Melrose, and Abbotsford, 
the enjoyment of the party and the interest of the reader never 
lag. 


Chums. By Maria Louise Pool. Illustrated by L. 

J. Bridgman. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . . $1.00 

“ Chums ” is a girls’ book, about girls and for girls. It re- 
lates the adventures, in school and during vacation, of two 
friends. It is full of mingled fun and pathos, and carries the 
reader along swiftly to the climax, which is reached all too 
soon. 


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Little Bermuda. By Maria Louise Pool. Illus- 
trated by Louis Meynell. 

One vol., large 1 2mo, cloth, decorative cover . . $1.00 

Young people will follow eagerly the adventures of “ Little 
Bermuda ” from her home in the tropics to a fashionable 
American boarding-school. The resulting conflict between 
the two elements in her nature, the one inherited from her 
New England ancestry, and the other developed by her West 
Indian surroundings, gave Miss Pool unusual opportunity for 
creating an original and fascinating heroine. 

Black Beauty : the autobiography of a horse. 
By Anna Sewell. New Illustrated Editioti. With 
twenty-five full-page drawings by Winifred Austin. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth decorative, gilt top . $1.25 

There have been many editions of this classic, but we con- 
fidently offer this one as the most appropriate and handsome 
yet produced. The illustrations are of special value and 
beauty. Mr. Austin is a lover of horses, and has delighted in 
tracing with his pen the beauty and grace of the noble animal. 

Feats on the Fiord : A Tale of Norwegian 
Life. By Harriet Martineau. With about sixty 
original illustrations and a colored frontispiece. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.00 

This admirable book deserves to be brought to the attention 
of parents in search of wholesome reading for their children 
to-day. It is something more than a juvenile book, being 
really one of the most instructive books about Norway and 
Norwegian life and manners ever written. 

Timothy Dole. By Juniata Salsbury. With 
twenty-five illustrations. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.00 

The youthful hero starts from home, loses his way, meets 
with startling adventures, finds friends, kind and many, grows 
to be a manly man, and is able to devote himself to bettering 
the condition of the poor in the mining region of Pennsylvania. 


BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


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Three Children of Galilee: A Life of Christ 
for the Young. By John Gordon. 

Beautifully illustrated with more than one hundred illus- 
trations. 

One vol., library i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . $1.00 

There has long been a need for a life of Christ for the 
young, for parents have recognized that their boys and girls 
want something more than a Bible story, a dry statement of 
facts, and that, in order to hold the attention of the youthful 
readers, a book on this subject should have life and movement 
as well as scrupulous accuracy and religious sentiment. 

Three Little Crackers. From Down in Dixie. 
By Will Allen Dromgoole, author of “The Farrier’s 
Dog,” etc., with fifty text and full-page illustrations, by E. 
B. Barry. 

One vol., library i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . $1.00 

A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of Ala- 
bama children who move to Florida and grow up in the South. 

Prince Harold, a Fairy Story. By l. f. 

Brown. With 60 full-page illustrations by Vitry. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . . $1.50 

A delightful fairy tale for children, dealing with the life of 
a young Prince, who, aided by the Moon Spirit, discovers, 
after many adventures, a beautiful girl whom he makes his 
Princess. 

The Fairy Folk of Blue Hill : A Story of 

Folk-Lore. By Lily F. Wesselhoeft, author of 
“ Sparrow the Tramp,” etc., with fifty-five illustrations from 
original drawings by Alfred C. Eastman. 

One vol., library i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . $1.00 

A new volume by Mrs. Wesselhoeft, well known as one of 
our best writers for the young, and who has made a host of 
friends among the young people. 


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Larry Hudson’s Ambition. By James Otis, 

author of “ Toby Tyler,” etc. Illustrated by Eliot Keen. 
One vol., library i2mo, cloth, decorative cover . $1.25 

James Otis, who has delighted the juvenile public with so 
many popular stories, has written the story of the rise of the 
bootblack Larry. Larry is not only capable of holding his 
own and coming out with flying colors in the amusing adven- 
tures wherein he befriends the family of good Deacon Doak ; 
he also has the signal ability to know what he wants and to 
understand that hard work is necessary to win. 

The Adventures of a Boy Reporter in 

the Philippines. By Harry Steele Morrison, au- 
thor of “ A Yankee Boy’s Success.” 

One vol., large 1 2mo, cloth, illustrated . . . $1.25 

A true story of the courage and enterprise of an American 
lad. It is filled with healthy interest, and will tend to stimu- 
late and encourage the proper ambition of the young reader. 

The Young Pearl Divers : a Story of Aus- 
tralian Adventure by Land and by Sea. By Lieut. 
H. Phelps Whitmarsh, author of “ The Mysterious 
Voyage of the Daphne ,” etc. Illustrated with twelve full- 
page half-tones by H. Burgess. 

One vol., large i2mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.00 

This is a splendid story for boys, by an author who writes in 
vigorous and interesting language of scenes and adventures 
with which he is personally acquainted. 

The Voyage of the Avenger : in the days 

of the Dashing Drake. By Henry St. John. With 
twenty-five full-page illustrations by Paul Hardy. 

One vol., tall 1 2mo, cloth decorative, gilt top . . $1.50 

A book of adventure, the scene of which is laid in that stir- 
ring period of colonial extension when England’s famous naval 
heroes encountered the ships of Spain, both at home and in 
the West Indies. 













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